Ethan drove cautiously through the late-night streets. The large duffel bag in the trunk, now containing a small arsenal of stolen firearms, made him slightly uneasy about being pulled over. However, the mission was too important to worry about a minor traffic stop.
He pulled up to the curb outside the salon. The name, "Imperium Style – Hair Couture," gleamed in huge, gaudy neon letters, a beacon of expensive vanity.
As Ethan parked, Jason looked at the glowing sign and frowned. "Boss, we don't need anything this expensive. We can go to any neighborhood barber shop and cut the hair. I just need a quick trim."
Ethan stepped out of the BMW and looked at Jason, a genuine, appreciative warmth in his eyes. "You are part of my family now, Jason. You shouldn't expect anything less than the best. This is your welcome."
Jason's hardened heart felt a strange warmth. He smiled, a truly genuine expression. "As you wish, Boss."
